The Rants & Rambles of A Grumpy Old Dude

Frankly, A Great Challenge

AFrankAngle has issued a fiction challenge. He is asking his readers to take the above photo, compose a 150 word story about it, and link to his post. Stop over there to see what he, and others, have written about footsteps in the sand. Here is my offering.

FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND

Bobby was almost six. A fisherman’s son, he lived on an island off the Carolina coast. He’d had an argument with his Mom. He wasn’t going to blindly obey her rules any more. He would run away from home, and live on his own.

He packed what he thought he’d need, and marched down to the shore. The mainland was a blur, and he couldn’t run a boat. Fine, he’d find a spot in the grass or trees to live. With his driftwood ‘staff’, he trudged up the beach.

No suitable spot appeared, so he kept slogging – on and on. He finally came around a headland….and there was the dock again. There was the big log on the beach – and somebody was sitting on it. It was his Mom. She just held out her arms and said, “Lunch is almost ready.”

Oh well, he could run away some other time.

For Frank, and others, I also offer the story of a devout man who died and went to Heaven. Before God actually ushered him in, He showed him his life with God. The man saw it as a walk along the shore with God – two parallel lines of footprints in the sand.

At certain spots in his life, there was only one set of prints. When he looked closer, he realized that these had been the hardest times of his life. He said to God, “How could You have abandoned me when I most needed You?” God replied, “My child, those were the times when I carried you.”

Thanx for more kind words. I – and I think a lot of others – was happy to participate.
Thank you for editing out my confusing, incorrect link. It must have been free beer night in Canada. I linked to the wrong page – Dale forgot to link at all….we were just having so much fun. 😆